Age of Adepts

While Grimm was proud of the super resilience of the Demon Alligator Hunter, a strange echo came out of nowhere. Horrible hybrids burst out of the flames one after the other, howling strangely into the crocodile.

Damn, so many!

The 11-head moves flexibly and the agile body is fan-shaped up.

Without saying anything, Grimm immediately activated the bracelet, and a thorn armor flashing green and fluorescent began to haunt the body.

So next, a demon alligator hunter and a bunch of hybrid corpses bloody close to each other.

It can be seen that these combined corpses are targeted at giant crocodiles, but the real target is actually Grimm on the back of the Ganoderma crocodile. This is also an inevitable choice for most apprentices when dealing with summoning opponents.

The summoner's own defenses are much weaker than the summoner's strength and fearlessness. So instead of wasting a lot of energy on the summoner, it's easier to do the summoner with a hammer. Therefore, 11 corpse puppets were alienated from the bleeding book and wrapped around the crocodile. Blackwood snuck away and started his best curse attack again.

While driving the crocodile hunter to cope with the madness of the collapsed corpse, Grimm has to hold his breath and try to cope with the mysterious black cord that the black wood keeps throwing at him. It's too painful to keep him busy!

Combined corpses attacked continuously were killed by the Alligator Hunter at close range. But every corpse that dies will explode, corrosing a large part of the crocodile's body. When the 3rd Combined Corpse exploded, the first half of the crocodile's body had been corroded by a thoracic pore, no longer replicating the previous solidity and strength.

You can't go on like this!

Grimm smiled and quickly stuck a thing in the entrance, stomping gently on his right foot. The native demon puppet, who had been throwing attacks constantly in front of him, immediately swelled back and swallowed his body.

The next second, a crocodile hunter with a huge body disappeared without a trace as quickly as a whale into the soil beneath his feet. The remaining eight pooled corpses were massively plunged, desperately digging solid dirt, without any gain.

Shit...

The noise of the discussion immediately rose.

This bloody kid still walks underground? Now that's a lot of fun in Black Wood!

To be honest, when Blackwood sees his opponent and summoned puppet disappear into sight, his heart is also confused and manic.

Goddamn it, how can you fight this? If you can't see your opponent, how does your cursed attack lock in?

In a moment of hesitation, his extended spiritual perception of what he discovered hidden beneath the ground, his face dramatically changed and he heavily restarted the scepter in his hand.

A thick claw of dirt suddenly protruded from the ground on the side of the black wood, and with a fierce wind, it was photographed as a diluted meat sauce. At this point, the upper body of the native hunter is only half-cut from the dirt.

Obviously, the attack succeeded, but the natives who illusioned themselves as Grim did not have the slightest pleasure. Instead, the electricity shot and looked far away.

There, a sculpted corpse suddenly crawled on the ground in a wild twisting struggle.

Only two or three seconds later, the distorted black tree replaced the collapse.

The face of the natives changed slightly, which meant trying to drill back into the ground, but it was too late.

A burst of corpse slapped into meat sauce by the crocodile claws exploded, and a large piece of gray dyed the body exposed by the crocodile hunter. The whiny, weird corrosion makes my mind beat.

Grim's eyes threw a fierce glance through the eyes of the natives at the resurrected black wood, silently sinking into the ground again. This left a few runaway sculptures empty.

Grass... looking at the empty battlefield again, with the exception of the collapsed corpse summoned by the seven heads themselves and the broken ground, there is no half-silk of the damned boy. The fury and resentment in Black Wood's heart cannot be increased.

Seven pooled bodies were scattered around the perimeter under the command of Blackwood. This will both jam the bastard's retreat at the moment he strikes himself and provide more and more flexible protection for his own body puppet conversion.

Yet just as the black wood held its spiritual power close to its own body, silently sensing every slight change in the ground, the earth suddenly boiled at the foot of a fused corpse in the distance, and a ground-looking spear pierced it into a skewer.

Boom.

The collapse of death blew itself up again. But this massive explosion of grey spilled over the ground without hurting each other in any way. Because the other party's attack was done underground, there was no appearance at all.

Blackwood on the field and everyone on the field had to suck in a breath of cold air.

Damn, this battle is going on today!

For the next half hour, that sly Grimm stopped actively attacking the black wood, and instead continued to wander around the periphery, choosing an opportunity to hang a pooled corpse and cut off his little brother's clean stand.

How can you convert yourself to a corpse puppet if you want to be hung clean?

As a last resort, Blackwood could only summon the remaining four amalgamated corpses back to his side and surround his own group. However, if the body of the black wood is attacked, even if the body is converted to a puppet to escape a hijacking, the body of the escape is still within the scope of the other party's attack, and the danger increases dramatically!

But in the present situation, he can only take one shot, try to lure that vile bastard out of the ground, and win.

When I think of myself being forced by a junior apprentice so wolfish, I can't help lighting a frigid ghost fire in the dark wood shadow eyes. I can't help but immediately grab the bastard in my hand and soften it up.

Unfortunately, God willing, it is obviously his black wood that is being hung now!

For the rest of the halfway, that damned bastard stopped showing up and frequently used remote witchcraft to attack him from the ground up. Although most of the witchcraft had been detected by him in time before his arrival, there were still two pooled bodies tragically killed in cooperation with mudslides and spear pricks.

The sadness of being beaten dry but unable to grasp the enemy is perfectly illustrated by the black wood.

Watching one carefully soaked up, none of the corpse puppets weaker than ordinary senior apprentice strength were wiped out by the "enemy”. Black wood was breathed out by anger, grieved by breath, and almost cried out by Grimm's tormented loud voice.

When bald Alfred shook his head and sighed to announce victory and defeat, the black wood stood still and was raw and passed out.

The people around you look at me, let me look at you, all face to face. Even trying to comfort that unlucky black tree doesn't know how to say it.

Without the means to attack enemies beneath the ground, those present, whoever encounters such an adversary, will probably not be able to eat and walk. No wonder Blackwood was so unlucky that he was picked out by Alfred to fight such a freak. No wonder he ended up in a dark end.

Gloomy bald Alfred grabbed Kevin in front of him and asked harshly.

“Didn't you say his abilities weren't so peculiar? How did this happen? Honestly, if you meet an opponent like that, can you win? ”

“Uh...” Blackhand Kevin swallowed a hard sip: “If it wasn't a fair fight, put it in the wilderness mountains and give me half a day, I would have let him die for nothing. But if I fight in such an empty field, I... I also have no victory, I can't help him at all. ”

At this time, that Grimm cautiously poked half his body out of the ground, and only when he was sure he had won did he proudly drill out.

After spending so much time underground, the alligator's previous appearance damage has been repaired and is no different from the beginning of the war, making it all the more surprising. But when you think about the bets you were waiting for before the war, the people in the field don't have a good face.

Looking at the young boy who walked in front of him, bald-headed Alfred could only cover his naked head and asked aloud: "Mensa, count it! See how much we need to pay? ”

The black blue dress, quite aristocratic Mensah, was not hidden, but announced aloud.

“The collateral submitted by His Excellency Grimm consists of 9 Magic Crystals, 2 Grade 3 Items, 1 Grade 4 Items, 1 Grade 1 Items, and the Witchcraft Notes of the Vine Witch, initially valued at 417 Magic Crystals. Based on the 10: 1 odds of a bet, we need to pay a total of 4170 Demon Crystals. Before the war, the number of magic crystals all mortgaged was 3,270, so..."

“So we still owe this kid 900 Magic Crystals! ”

“Yes"

Everyone looked at each other in the face and had to look at Kevin with this asshole.

Almost instantaneously, the black hand Kevin's forehead began to sweat.

Grim, who was already laughing so hard next to him, rushed out to play the field.

“It is rare that your seniors love you and give me such a chance to show you how to pursue your debts again! That's enough. I Grimm was never greedy! ”

Listening to the words of the three lights outside Grimley, many senior apprentices and quasi-watches can't help but shake their heads to sigh and feel worthless. That blackwood is not weak, and even among the senior apprentices in the camp is steadily at the middle level. But just because he was unprepared, he was drilled into the sky by this greasy kid, and was angry and unconscious about being abused. How can this not make people angry!

“Hey, that sly kid, don't be proud of him either. You can win so easily, it's really your ability to overwhelm the blackwood guy. I owe you the magic crystal, we'll make it up to you, but if you dare to fight us again, bet on you and me. How about that?” It was the fierce giant with the Thunder Axe that Grimm had seen when he first arrived, who apparently took the refining route, supported by Thunder Witchcraft.

Grimm smiled: "Don't you dare! But today my summoning puppet is damaged and needs to be repaired. How about tomorrow? ”

Rumor has it, the furious giant joy, even the surrounding crowd glanced, obviously very heartfelt.

With this night's kung fu, everyone joins forces and doesn't believe it can help Mark find a way to defeat his opponents. This son of a bitch summoned the puppet to a special point where he could hide and attack the ground. As long as you can break his means, a piece of dirt that's made up of clay wants to fight Mark, who is famous for his power? It's delusional!

Perhaps thinking of certain images that made them happy, the apprentices could not bear to laugh in the shadows.

For a while, the shady wind on the field scratched its face, and the chill struck.